I have a little doll,
I take care of her clothes
She has soft flaxen hair,
And her name is Rose
She has pretty blue eyes,
And a very small nose,
And a cunning little mouth,
And her name is Rose
I have a little sofa
Where my dolly may repose,
Or sit up like a lady;
And her name is Rose
My doll can move her arms,
And can stand upon her toes,
She can make a pretty curtsey
My dear little Rose
How old is your dolly?
Very young I suppose,
For she cannot go alone,
My pretty little Rose
Indeed I cannot tell
In poetry or prose
How beautiful she is,
My darling little Rose.